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THE  CONSPIRACY,  ETC. 


I  NEVER  knew  by  sight  the  Rev.  Paul  Trapier  of  South 
Carolina,  until  the  last  day  of  the  last  General  Convention. 
I  then  inquired  who  he  was,  on  account  of  an  excellent 
speech  which  he  made  ;  and  for  the  same  reason  procured 
an  introduction.  I  never  spoke  to  him,  nor  wrote  a  letter 
to  him,  nor  received  one  from  him,  nor  communicated  with 
him  in  any  way  whatever  in  the  matter  of  the  late  trial ; 
nor  did  I  ever  converse  with  him  five  minutes  in  all  my 


The  last  time  I  spoke  with  the  Rev.  Dr.  Hawks,  was  in 
the  Convention  of  1840  or  1841,  when  I  opposed  the  rumors 
which  I  then  thought  he  was  circulating  ;  and  some  persons 
present  at  that  Convention,  will  remember  that  I  said  em- 
phatically, when  Dr.  Hawks  sat  just  before  me,  "  it  is  the 
duty  of  every  true  son  of  the  Church,  sir,  to  support  the 
BishopJ*  Since  that  time,  I  have  not  spoken,  nor  commu- 
nicated in  any  way  with  Dr.  Hawks,  in  regard  of  this  trial, 
or  of  the  Bishop  of  New-York ;  and  the  few  words  which 
I  did  whisper  in  his  ear  at  the  late  General  Convention  were 
concerning  himself,  i.  e.,  "  now  take  out  your  name  yourself, 
be  a  great  man,  and  bide  your  time.  If  you  are  fit  to  be  a 
Bishop,  well,  if  not,  you  do  not  desire  it."  We  have  not 
spoken,  nor  written  to  each  other,  nor  sent  messages,  nor 
done  any  thing  together  on  the  subject  of  this  trial. 

I  was  in  Dr.  Anthon's  house  in  November,  1841,  before  I 
started  on  my  voluntary  mission  to  the  Turks  ;  and  never 
spoke,  nor  wrote,  nor  communicated  in  any  way  with  Dr. 
Ajithon  from  that  time  until  October  14th,  when  I  bowed  to 


life. 


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THE  CONSPIRACY  AGAINST  THE 


him.  After  sentence  was  pronounced,  I  spoke  to  him.  I  nod^ 
ded  to  him  once  across  some  pews  ;  and  scarcely  saw  him  at 
a  distance  since  1841,  until  yesterday,  Sunday,  January  5th. 

Therefore,  I  conspired  alone.  I  neither  asked,  nor  took 
any  body's  advice  on  the  subject.  On  the  contrary,  I  acted 
in  direct  opposition  to  the  wishes  of  my  nearest  relatives 
and  friends  in  Rhode  Island  and  in  New- York  ;  and  scarcely 
any  one  ever  encouraged  me  to  go  on ;  and  I  asked  no  one 
to  help  me. 

In  November,  1841, 1  sailed  for  England  ;  on  a  Thursday 
evening  in  December,  I  arrived  in  London;  on  Friday  morn- 
ing, at  8  o'clock,  went  to  divine  service  in  St.  Paul's  Cathe- 
dral, and  at  1 1  o'clock,  was  on  my  way  with  Bishop  Gris- 
wold's  letter  to  Lambeth  Palace.  On  that  day,  or  the  follow- 
ing, (but  after  1  had  been  at  Lambeth,)  the  letter  of  the 
Bishop  of  New-York,  to  the  Archbishop  of  Canterbury, 
concerning  me,  arrived  by  the  Caledonia.  Of  this  I  was  not 
then  aware.  I  reached  Oxford,  December  31st,  1841,  in 
the  evening,  and  the  next  day  dined  with  Mr.  Newman  and 
his  friend  C.  at  Trinity.  Mr.  Newman  approved  of  my 
Turkish  enterprise,  and  placed  the  parchment  letter  of 
Bishop  Griswold  in  a  conspicuous  place  in  his  study.  I  saw 
much  of  him.  He  bears  no  resemblance  to  a  New- York 
Puseyile.  He  walked  (with  me)  seven  miles  to  read 
prayers  before  fifteen  people,  or  less,  and  is  a  hard  student, 
a  self-denying  man,  who  takes  up  the  cross.  There  is  a 
very  respectable  Christianity  at  Oxford.  Soon  after  leav- 
ing that  city,  I  was  at  breakfast  in  London  with  Sir  Robert 
Harry  Inglis  and  the  Rev.  Mr.  Harrison,  chaplain  to  the 
Archbishop  of  Canterbury  ;  and  this  was  after  Mr.  Harri- 
son knew  that  my  bishop,  and  the  meddling  Dr.  Doane  had 
written  about  me  to  his  Grace.  Dr.  Dealtry  was  to  have 
been  at  the  breakfast,  but  was  not  well ;  and  the  object  was 
to  consult  with,  and  advise  me.  I  did  not  know  at  that 
moment  that  my  bishop  was  opposed  to  my  enterprize,  and 
of  course  had  never  seen  the  letter  which  is  said  to  be  the 
cause  of  hostility  on  my  part.  At  that  breakfast,  Mr.  Har- 
rison said  to  me,  "  What  do  you  think  of  your  bishop  ?"  I 
replied,  "  He  is  my  bishop."  *'  But  what  do  you  think  of 
him  ?"  I  shrugged  my  shoulders  and  said  again,  "  He  is 
my  bishop."  But  he  pressed  me  and  I  replied,  "  We  have 
twenty  bishops,  and  I  think  less  of  him  than  of  the  other 
nineteen."  To  Sir  Robert  Harry  IngUs,  I  said,  "  He  is  in 
the  habit  of  being  overcome  with  wine  ;"  and  I  confess  here 


LATE  BISHOP  OF  NEW^YORK,  UNRAVELLED.  U 

1  made  a  mistake  out  of  tenderness,  for  I  ought  to  have  said 
brandy.  The  Bishop  of  Connecticut  has  seen  him  drunk, 
and  when  Dr.  Seabury  denies  that  he  himself  has  seen  him 
in  a  state  of  inebriation,  it  be  time  enough  (for  I  shall 
have  to  write  another  pamphlet)  to  introduce  the  other  cler- 
gyman who  was  present  with  the  Editor  of  the  Churchman, 
and  witnessed  that  frequent  sad  exhibition.  From  that 
breakfast  I  went  to  the  rooms  of  my  friend,  Henry  Crabbe 
Robinson,  Esq.  30  Russell-square,  and  for  the  first  time  saw 
in  the  Churchman  which  that  morning  arrived  (about  Jan- 
uary 20th,)  the  letter  which  is  now  talked  so  much  about, 
as  having  been  the  cause  of  my  enmity,  so  called,  to  the 
Bishop.  Bishop  Doane  can  write  to  his  friend  the  Rev.  Mr. 
Harrison,  or  to  Sir  Robert  H.  Inglis,  and  cross-examine 
this  statement.  Then  he  can  write  to  my  friend  H.  C. 
Robinson,  Esq.  30  Russell-square,  London,  and  find  out 
whether  I  had  seen  the  copies  of  the  Churchman,  which  Mr* 
Robinson  had  left  unopened  in  his  room,  when  he  came  to 
join  us  at  Sir  Robert's  after  breakfast. 

I  wrote  to  Sir  R.  H.  Inglis,  inquiring  if  his  advice  to  me 
had  been  prompted  by  "  non- Anglican  interference,"  and 
have  his  answer.  Soon  after  I  went  with  the  letter  in  my 
hat  to  Lambeth,  and  pointed  out  to  the  Rev.  Mr.  Harri- 
son, the  Archbishop's  Chaplain,  in  what  way  he  should  ex- 
plain to  his  Grace,  (which  he  promised  to  do,)  that  it  was  a 
letter  of  ****  without  any  falsehoods,  i.  e.,  that  the  letter 
was  true  in  words,  but  conveyed  a  false  impression. 

That  letter  never  had  the  slightest  influence  in  advancing 
or  in  retarding  my  purpose,  which  has  since  been  consum- 
mated by  the  appointment  of  the  Rev.  Horatio  Southgate. 
as  Bishop  to  the  dominions  and  dependencies  of  the  Sultan 
of  the  Ottoman  Empire,  so  worded,  I  have  more  than  good 
reason  to  suppose,  for  the  express  purpose  of  shutting  me 
out  of  Turkey.  And  verily,  there  seems  to  be  enough  for 
me  to  do  at  home.  But  being  no  schismatic,  I  shall  still  go 
to  the  Patriarch. 

On  Easter  day,  1842,  I  arrived  in  Boston,  and  on  the  fol- 
lowing Tuesday  was  in  New- York,  and  called  immediately 
on  the  Bishop,  and  scarcely  on  two  persons  beside,  saying 
to  the  Bishop,  I  have  come  to  report  myself,  and  mention- 
ing my  high  reverence  for  Episcopal  authority.  I  then 
said,  "  Bishop,  did  you  know  that  I  called  three  times  at  your 


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THE  CONSPIRACY   AGAINST  THE 


study  to  see  you  before  I  sailed  for  England ;  that  I  shew- 
ed Bishop  Griswold's  parchment  letter  to  your  lady ;  that 
I  wrote  a  note  and  left  it  in  your  portfolio,  which  you  might 
have  answered ;  that  I  had  serious  thoughts  at  one  time  of 
riding  even  on  Sunday  morning,  as  far  as  Yonkers  to  see 
you  ?"  "  Yes,"  he  replied,  "  he  knew  this,"  or  most  of  it.  "  It 
did  not  appear  in  your  letter  to  the  Archbishop  of  Canter- 
bury," was  my  answer — "  O  that  was  not  necessary,"  said 
he.  Nor  was  it  necessary  for  a  letter  that  conveyed  the 
idea  that  I  avoided  him. 

I  have  always  understood  that  the  Bishop  has  since  frequent- 
ly  expressed  his  admiration  of  the  Christian  manner  in  which  I 
treated  him,  and  I  challenge  any  individual  to  point  to  a 
single  expression  that  ever  fell  from  my  lips  indicating  hos- 
tiHty  to  the  Bishop  on  account  of  the  unwise  course  he  pur- 
sued in  that  sublime  undertaking  of  mine,  which  the  whole 
Church  has  now  sanctioned.  It  seems  to  be  my  business 
to  plant  acorns,  that  another  generation  may  sit  down  un- 
der the  shadow  of  the  oaks.  Illinois  is  another  case  in 
point ;  relevant  or  irrelevant,  I  care  not.  I'm  writing  my 
own  pamphlet,  and  have  some  idea  of  writing  it  to  suit  my- 
self. If  the  public  like  it  well  enough  to  pay  for  it,  they 
are  welcome  to  it ;  and  may  criticise  it  and  me  to  their 
hearts'  content.  I  invite  the  newspapers  to  the  onset.  I 
like  abuse  much  better  than  praise. 

Bishop  Delancey  will  bear  in  mind,  that  very  soon  after  my 
return,  I  met  him  at  my  friend's  house  in  Bond  street,  where 
Miss  F.  MuUigan,  the  admirable  Missionary  from  Greece, 
and  others  were  present.  Did  Bishop  Delancey,  or  any  one 
there  present,  hear  an  unkind  word  from  me,  about  the 
Bishop's  course  in  my  great  enterprize  ?  To  tell  the  disagree- 
able truth,  I  considered  both  his  letter  and  that  of  Bishop 
Doane,  who  would  be  wiser  if  he  meddled  with  his  own 
matters,  as  too  small  a  business  to  get  angry  about.  I  re- 
serve my  indignation  for  great  occasions. 

Some  thirteen  or  fourteen  months  after  my  return  from  Eng- 
land, and  I  think  in  May,  1843, 1  was,  for  the  first  time  after 
my  arrival,  at  the  house  of  Mr.  R. ;  and  nearly  up  to  that 
time  had  supposed  the  inmates  of  that  household  unfriendly 
to  me.  I  arrived  in  the  evening.  By  some  trifling  remark, 
which  I  do  not  remember,  but  which  arose  in  the  course  of 
our  conversation  about  the  most  glorious  enterprize  of  my 
life,  the  Turkish  mission,  I  mean,  (since  endorsed,  for  I  hke 
to  remind  the  church,  by  the  same  church  which  laughed  at 


LATE  BISHOP  OP  NEW-YORK,  UNRAVELLED.  6 

me  9  years  before,  when  I  proposed  it  in  1835, — see  my 
speech  at  the  General  Convention  as  reported  in  the  Ep. 
Recorder,  Chm-chman,  &c.,)  a  suspicion  darted  across  my 
mind,  corroborating  to  me  what  I  had  not  dared  in  1841  to 
beheve  possible,  and  I  turned  round  full  and  abruptly  upon 
one  of  those  admirable,  and  heroic,  and  Christian  ladies,  and 
said  suddenly,  "  What  did  the  Bishop  do  to  you  in  the  waggon 
when  I  was  driving  ?"  "  Mr.  R.,  did  you  know  V  she  re- 
plied, "  I  thought  I  should  have  jumped  from  the  carriage  ; 
but  I  feared  exposing  him  to  you."  The  thing  was  then 
evident,  and  I  proceeded  to  demand  a  full  disclosure  ;  but 
all  was  not  told  me  till  long  after,  even  if  all  has  been  told 
me  yet.  Now,  confirmed  in  my  belief  that  the  inward  man 
is  often  stamped  upon  the  outward,  I  retired.  The  next 
morning  the  sexton  of  St.  Michael's  church,  Bloomingdale, 
happened  to  call,  and  I  wrote  to  my  brother  the  following 
letter,  without  date,  and  charged  Mr.  Twine  to  run  as  soon 
as  he  had  delivered  it : — 

My  dear  Brother^ — 1  wish  you  to  make  no  further  inquiries  in  lefer- 
ence  to  my  information  or  its  source,  but  I  can  now  prove  by  several 
competent,  trustworthy  and  undoubted  witnesses,  that  the  O.  T.  B.  is 
and  has  been  often  and  ofteyi  guilty  of  the  grossest  indecency.  I  can- 
not prove  the  actual,  legal  breach  of  the  seventh  commandment;  but 
am  fully  satisfied,  beyond  all  cavil,  that  if  any  woman  were  to  be  found 
assenting,  this  man  is  guilty.  I  am  satisfied,  too,  that  it  is  now  a  mat- 
ter of  notoriety  in  the  female  portion  of  the  Diocese,  here,  there,  and 
everywhere.  I  know  no  man  whom  I  would  watch  so  closely,  every 
minute  in  ray  house.  No  lady  is  safe  from  the  grossest,  most  palpable, 
and  almost  open  insult. — If  he  is  not  admonished,  he  must  blow  up. 

I  write  this  only  for  the  sake  of  the  Church,  and  because  there  are 
female  candidates  for  confirmation  who  will  not  be  confirmed  by  him, 
&c.    This  alas  !  is  too  true. 

Do  as  you  think  best.    I  leave  for  home  this  P.  M.,  at  5. 

Love  to  all,* 

Yours  aflTectionately. 

Bloomingdale,  Wednesday,  Jan.  8, 1845, 1-2  past  1,  P.  M. — 
I  have  just  seen  this  letter  for  the  first  time  since  I  sent  it  in 
1843,  by  the  hands  of  the  sexton  of  St  Michael's,  Mr.  Twine. 
It  was  certainly  written  in  May,  if  not  earlier.  My  impres- 
sion is  that  I  had  spent  a  week  or  more  at  Saratoga,  (in  a 
family  which  had  also  been  insulted,)  and  that  I  came  down 
the  North  river  on  May  1st,  and  spoke  with  Gulian  C.  Ver- 
planck,  about  the  church  then  building  at  Saratoga.  I  think 
ii  was  after  this,  and  within  a  few  days,  that  the  letter  was 
written.    It  might  have  been,  but  scarcely,  before  my  visit 


6  THE   CONSPIRACY   AGAIN3T  THE 

to  Saratoga,  whore  I  was,  on,  before,  and  after  Easter  day, 
~  843.  In  my  brother's  absence,  I  have  found  the  letter 
among  his  papers.  He  has  seen  neither  this  copy,  nor  a 
word  of  this  manuscript  for  the  pamphlet.  Doubtless,  how- 
ever, he  will  shew  the  original  to  the  curious.  Mr.  Twine, 
the  sexton,  remembers  the  letter  and  the  circumstances  of 
his  bringing  it,  and  where  he  brought  it  from,  &c.   Ask  him. 

From  that  time,  I  simply  waited  for  an  opportunity  to 
move,  when  I  could  move  with  certainty,  and  he  sure  to  suc- 
ceed. When  the  Carey  ordination  took  place,  and  my  father 
in  Providence  observed,  "  They  will  break  up  the  Bishop 
of  New  York."  "  For  what  V'  said  I.  "  For  this  ordina- 
tion," he  replied.  "  No  sir,  never  ;  he  cannot  be  touched 
for  that ;  he's  right  about  that ;  for  the  Bishop  alone  can 
ordain,  but  he  ought  to  be  broken  for  his  life  ;  and  when 
they  begin  upon  the  ordination,  they  will  end  upon  his  im- 
morality, and  I  shall  be  obliged  to  assist."  When  the  sad 
news  came  from  Pennsylvania,  I  was  convinced  that  the 
time  was  drawing  near;  that  now  I  might  make  myself  heard; 
that  the  two  brothers  had  better  go  together  ;  that  one  vol- 
cano would  be  better  than  two.  Besides,  I  was  rather 
weary  of  the  perpetual  din  upon  ministerial  power,  Episco- 
pal prerogative  ;  and  remembered  that  when  at  Oxford  the 
cry  was  "  Preach  to  the  poor,"  "  Provide  for  the  fatherless." 
The  Oxford  men  nearly  starved  themselves  ;  whereas  New 
York  witnessed  fat  dinners,  and  good  wines  in  Lent.  On 
the  whole,  I  concluded  that  the  New  York  Puseyism  (so 
called,)  was  at  best  but  a  contemptible  echo  from  Oxford, 
and  that  an  egg-shell,  without  any  meat  in  it,  would  better 
be  broken  to  pieces.  I  could  not  stand  quiet  under  the  Po- 
pery of  the  cry,  "  sit  down,  sir  ;"  nor  see  the  set  teeth  that 
voted  "  No,"  without  saying  to  myself,  it  ought  to  be  broken 
to  pieces.  Yet  I  should  have  voted  No,  also  ;  except  in 
those  cases  where  party  devoured  truth.  Therefore,  when 
I  came  to  New  York  for  the  purpose  of  writing  and  pub- 
lishing the  Introduction  and  Notes  to  the  Controversy*  be- 
tween the  Rev.  Drs.  Potts  and  Wain wright,  I  began  the  work 

*  This  republication  of  the  controversy,  "  No  Churcli  without  a  Bishop," 
with  my  Introduction  and  Notes,  which  I  here  challenge  any  man  under  the 
moon  to  answer,  even  that  great  challenger  but  non-accepter.  Dr.  Potts,  whom 
in  those  notes  I  have  fairly  minced  to  pieces  ;  or  that  sublunary  man,  Dr. 
Cox,  &c.,  &c  — this  republication  I  say,  was  made  with  the  consent  of  Dr. 
Wainwright  that  I  should  pursue  my  own  course  and  walk  at  liberty  in  that 
matter ;  he  intending  to  have  nothing  more  to  do  with  the  controversy  so  far 
as  Dr,  Potts  was  concerned,  but  handing  him  over  to  me.  as  it  were.    It  was 


LATE  BISHOP  OF  NEW- YORK,  UNRAVELLED. 


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by  publicly  declaring  "  If  I  were  a  presbyter  of  this  diocese 
I  would  rise  in  my  place  and  say, "  I  impeach  the  Bishop  of 
New  York  for  licentiousness  and  intemperance."  Many 
persons,  and  at  least  one  Bishop,  viz.,  of  Michigan,  (who 
was  not  at  the  trial,)  heard  me  so  speak  ;  and  once  I  spoke 
thus  at  the  bookstore  of  Messrs.  Stanford  and  Swords.  At 
a  dinner  table  during  the  sitting  of  the  New  York  Conven- 
tion, I  declared  openly  in  the  presence  of  the  Rev.  Drs. 
Wain  Wright  and  Jarvis,  the  Rev.  Messrs.  Williams,  South- 
gate,  and  Wm.  Richmond,  Prof.  Clement  C.  Moore,  Dr. 
Rhinelander,  Messrs.  John  A.  King,  Henry  Van  Rensselaer 
and  Gen.  Lee,  that  I  saw  no  reason  why  we  should  not  have 
Pope  Gregory  XVI,  as  well  as  Pope  Benjamin  I ;  and  that 
I  had  a  respect  for  the  character  of  the  Bishop  of  Rome,  but 
that  the  other  was  a  bad  man.  Here  I  was  interrupted  by 
attempts  to  silence  me,  and  by  cries  of  "  order,  order."  I 
looked  through  my  fingers,  and  said  to  one  and  another  *  you 
know;'  *  you  know^  and  some  of  them  did  know. 

"  Bad  man,"  said  Mr.  King,  "  how  is  that  ?"  "  Don't  ask 
him,"  said  a  clergyman,  "  for  he  will  tell  you."  And  yet  I 
could  not  move  with  certainty,  for  that  very  day,  one  of  the 
ladies  had  declared  she  never  could  testify.  The  next  day, 
as  I  was  leaving  St.  John's  chapel,  with  a  bundle  of  cor- 
rected proof-sheets,  to  take  to  the  Harpers,  the  Rev.  Mr. 
Forbes,  sitting  by  the  chancel  w^ith  the  Rev.  Mr.  Williams, 
said  to  me  "  Richmond,  what  are  you  doing  here  ?"  Are  you 
supervisor-general  ?  Looking  on  with  the  rest.  "  But  what 
are  you  about  ?"  Writing  a  book  ;  here  are  the  proofs. 
"  But  what  rumors  are  these  about  the  Bishop,  that  you  are 
circulating  ?"  Rumors  ?  said  I  :  FACTS,  very  emphati- 
cally. "  If  you  don't  take  care,  we'll  haul  you  up."  Haul 
away  ;  now  is  always  the  best  time ;  but  if  you  really  wish 
to  know,  I'll  tell  you — and  away  went  the  trio  into  the  upper 

also  done  without  any  change  or  mutilation  of  Dr.  Potts'  language,  notwith- 
standing the  falsehoods  on  that  subject  as  well  as  on  this,  in  the  so-called  re- 
ligious newspapers.  By  the  way,  what  is  become  of  Dr.  Potts  ?  Is  lie  in 
the  city  now  ?  I  am  very  much  in  the  position  of  the  race-horse,  who  walks 
round  the  course  for  a  match.  Those  who  wish  to  see  how  he  will  be  hand- 
led when  he  comes,  can  dip  into  the  aforesaid  notes,  &c.  It  has  never  been 
so  said  or  wi'itten  in  the  Anglo-Saxon  tongue  before. 

Lest  the  mantle  of  some  Pharisee  should  he  ruffled  by  the  magnificent 
figure  about  the  race-horse,  I  will  smoothe  down  the  broad  borders  thereof, 
by  adding,  I  hate  races,  and  never  saw  one  of  any  kind  in  my  life,  excepting 
the  poor,  terrified,  unbacked  colts  who  flew  riderless,  gunpowder-driven, 
and  self-goaded,  through  the  Corso,  in  the  Carnival  at  Rome. 

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THE  CONSPIRACY  AGAINST  THE 


chamber,  back  of  St.  John's  ;  where,  after  a  very  emphatic 
locking  of  the  door,  Mr.  W.  proceeded  to  write,  and  I 
leaned  on  the  table.  My  story  was  soon  told,  but  not  writ- 
ten, the  door  w^as  unlocked  again,  and  I  was  at  liberty. 
When  I  found  how  things  were  going,  at  first,  I  told  them  I 
was  rather  tired  of  staying  up  there,  as  it  was  somewhat 
lonesome,  and  believed  1  would  go  down.  After  that  they 
grew  more  respectful,  and  I  went  on. 

Mr.  Forbes  and  Mr.  Williams  will  here  remember  my 
express  declaration  that  I  believed  the  Bishop  had  a  right, 
if  he  chose,  to  ordain  Mr.  Carey.  But  lest  their  memory 
on  this  point  should  be  less  tenacious  than  mine,  I  will  give 
the  details.  Mr.  W.  was  walking  up  and  down  the  room  ; 
Mr.  F.  stood  at  the  window ;  I  stood  before  him  and  said, 
"  And  I  '  go'  the  Carey  ordination  too^  Those  were  the 
exact  words.  Now  then,  it  is  evident  enough  that  my  course 
has  not  been  prompted  by  party-spirit ;  for  through  the 
whole  of  the  controversy  about  that  ordination  I  always 
said,  *'  The  Bishop  is  the  ultimate  judge  of  the  fitness  or  un- 
fitness of  a  candidate  for  holy  orders.  If  he  will  ordain, 
who  can  let  him  ?  If  he  do  so  uncanonically,  let  him  be 
tried."  The  Bishop  knew  his  strength  on  that  point  well 
enough,  and  therefore  invited  Bishops  Chase  and  Hopkins 
and  Mcllvaine  to  present  him  for  the  ordination.  But  he 
did  not  invite  me  to  cause  his  presentment  for  an  immoral 
life,  when  I  went  to  his  study,  July  4th,  and  gave  him  the 
opportunity  by  remarks  which  I  made.  And  on  another 
occasion  when  I  went  to  tell  him  that  it  seemed  best  for  the 
church  to  begin  to  "preach  the  gospel  to  the  poor"  by  taking  up 
the  cause  of  the  100,000  degraded  ones  in  this  city  who  scarce- 
ly enter  a  place  of  worship  ;  those  to  whom  the  Master  would 
first  go,  and  whom  we  chiefly  neglect ;  for  if  Jesus  were  on 
the  earth  now  he  would  be  as  much  blamed,  for  preaching 
to  the  publicans  and  harlots  and  sinners,  by  the  modern,  as 
he  was  by  the  ancient  Pharisees  ; — when  I  oflfered  to  attempt 
to  wipe  out  this  blot,  (by  doing  as  I  have  done  for  two  years, 
in  the  summers,  under  the  Catholic  Oak,  and  elsewhere  in 
Rhode  Island ;)  i.  e.  by  preaching  to  the  Germans  who  congre- 
gate around  Tompkins  Square  ;  I  concluded  with  an  appli- 
cation of  the  3d  motto  on  the  title  page,  (from  St.  Sophias') 
which  reads  backwards  and  forwards  alike,  and  both  ways 
well,  "  Wash  your  iniquities,  and  not  your  face  only,"  Bishop. 
But  did  the  Bishop  really  think  that  by  raising  such  a  hue 
and  cry  about  his  Puseyism  and  Popery  he  could  throw  dust 


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in  all  our  eyes,  and  that  nobody  would  dream  of  looking 
under  that  cloud  into  his  irregular  life  ?  The  very  bones 
and  marrow^  of  a  true  high  churchman  are  hearty  endeavors 
after  a  blameless  and  holy  life. 

The  way  was  now  prepared.  I  returned  to  Providence, 
intending  to  come  back  immediately  and  go  on  to  the  Gene- 
ral Convention,  but  hstened  to  the  earnest  entreaties  of  my 
father,  wife,  brother,  and  sister,  and  only  went  on  Monday, 
Sept.  30,  to  the  Rev.  Dr.  Crocker,  and  the  Bishop  of  Rhode 
Island,  stating  the  case,  and  saying  if  I  were  sent  for  I  should 
go.  They  expressed  no  opinion  and  gave  no  advice.  In 
ten  days  a  letter  without  signature  came.  It  is  lost.  I 
knew  the  handwTiting,  and  know  that  it  was  from  a  clergy- 
man, and  not  from  a  bishop,  but  I  have  no  right  to  reveal 
the  name  of  one  who  withheld  it  from  me.  It  was,  of 
course,  from  neither  of  the  conspirators.  I  spent  a  day  and 
a  half  in  contending  against  my  dearest  relatives,  and  then 
left  home  according  to  my  own  decision.  Nobody  ever 
decided  anything  for  me  in  this  whole  matter.  Nobody 
can  be  named  as  acting  with  me.  I  consulted  myself.  When 
I  reached  New  York,  I  called  on  several  persons  and  sim- 
ply told  them  what  I  had  resolved  to  do.  I  went  to  Mr. 
R.'s  house.  I  saw  the  young  ladies,  and  said,  "  you  must 
now  perform  the  greatest  service  which  can  be  rendered 
to  the  church,"  or  words  with  this  meaning  ;  conveying  the 
idea  that  we  were  to  begin  in  that  room  the  most  important 
business  that  had  ever  been  transacted  in  the  church  in  this 
country ;  proving  that  the  church  was  able  to  apply  DIS- 
CIPLINE to  the  highest  and  strongest  offenders.  They 
shrunk  back  at  first,  but  at  length  saw  their  duty  plainly, 
and  went  on  bravely  to  the  end  ;  yet  with  tears,  with  lamen- 
tations, sometimes  one  of  them  with  absolute  refusal,  for  her 
own  sake,?iS  any  lady  can  comprehend.  And  here  1  declare 
solemnly  that  whoever  attacks  those  true-hearted  ladies,  at- 
tacks me  ;  and  I  will  defend  them  with  every  energy.  Wo 
unto  the  man  that  touches  a  hair  of  the  heads  of  the  four  wit- 
nesses whom  I  procured.  Their  lofty  and  delicate  behaviour 
was  such,  that  I  was  more  and  more  convinced  that  their  testi- 
mony would  be  invaluable.  And  yet  they  entreated  that 
others  might  begin.  "  Ladies,"  I  said,  "  you  know  me  inti- 
mately ;  you  have  been  under  my  pastoral  care  ;  you  were 
communicants  in  my  church ;  who  will  move  first  if  you  re- 
fuse ?"  and  when  at  last  I  turned  away  and  said,  somewhat 
contemptuously, "  I  have  heard  the  ladies  of  New  York  call 


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the  clergy  a  set  of  poltroons  long  enough.  Look  at  me. 
I'm  no  poltroon.  I  have  discharged  my  conscience  in  this 
matter,  and  in  my  person  I  wipe  out  the  stain.  I  represent 
the  clergy,  and  1  will  publish  to  the  world  that  the  clergy 
are  not  guilty.  Let  the  ladies  bear  the  blame  forever.  Keep 
your  Bishop.  My  wife  is  in  Rhode  Island.  What  care  I 
hereafter  how  the  ladies  of  New  York  are  insulted  ?  Let 
them  thank  themselves." 

This  capped  the  climax ;  and  the  paper  was  signed. 
But  still  the  evidence  was  unsworn,  and  here  the  high  spi- 
rited brother  came  to  my  aid.  To  him  they  dared  not 
reveal  the  insults,  when  they  were  perpetrated,  lest  an  igno- 
minious if  not  bloody  vengeance  should  speedily  visit  the 
anointed  offender.  I  first  revealed  the  fearful  story  to  him, 
and  even  then,  after  the  long  lapse  of  time,  he  was  hardly 
restrained.  He  solemnly  declared  it  to  be  their  duty  in  the 
sight  of  God  and  man  to  go  on.  And  they  are  worthy  of 
crowns.  If  any  one  asks  now,  what  two  Presbyters  did 
ask  me  in  Philadelphia,  how  ladies  could  reveal  such  a  thing 
to  me  ;  I  have  only  to  answer,  it  revealed  itself;  for  it  must 
not  be  forgotten  that  I  was  so  confounded  by  what  I  saw 
in  the  carriage,  that  I  said  to  the  Bishop  as  I  took  him  from 
that  house  in  the  afternoon,  "Bishop,  the^e  are  very  old 
friends  of  yours  V  "  O  no,"  he  replied,  "  only  passing  ac- 
quaintance." He  had  a  different  story,  as  I  have  heard, 
on  another  occasion. 

But  the  answer  I  gave  those  Presbyters  was  this: — 
"  I  presume  the  ladies  knew  whom  to  confide  in  !  It 
does  not  occur  to  me  that  they  would  have  told  you. 
They  would  understand  the  difference  between  you  and 
me,  at  a  glance.  Did  you  ever  know  what  it  means 
when  a  lady  speaks  to  you  as  she  would  to  a  sister? 
No  !  Well,  go  then  and  be  made  over  again,  and 
betray  yourself  no  more  by  ignorant  questions." 

From  this  time,  I  believe,  they  never  faltered.  One 
affidavit  was  sworn  before  the  Mayor,  and  another 
before  John  M'Cahill,  public  notary,  who  was  also  to  call 
at  the  house  of  Mrs.  L.,  whither  the  ladies  went  with  me, 
as  I  thought  there  was  no  doubt  that  that  lady's  testimony- 
could  be  obtained ;  for  I  was  under  a  promise  to  return  the 
affidavits,  if  no  others  could  be  procured.  That  lady's  tes- 
timony was  not  obtained  ;  but  other  circumstances  pre- 
vented the  courageous  girls  from  demanding  the  papers 
back.    In  short,  I  heard  that  the  work  was  already  begin- 


LATE  BISHOP   OF  NEW-YORK,  UNRAVELLED.  11 

ning,  from  other  quarters  ;  but  it  was  a  rumor  only,  and  I 
heard  no  names.  Thus  prepared,  I  visited  one  of  the  most 
Christian  persons  I  know  in  this  world,  and  simply  stated, 
"lam  going  to  Philadelphia  to  overthrow  the  Bishop  of 
New  York."  (I  give  the  substance  of  remarks,  observa- 
tions, &c.,  and  often  the  words.)  "  Thank  God !"  she 
calmly  replied ;  and  I  went  on.  Monday  morning,  Oct.  14. 
I  took  the  5  o'clock  boat  for  Philadelphia  ;  met  the  Rev.  Dr. 
Taylor,  and  the  Rev.  L.  Van  Bokkelen  on  board.  I  stated 
my  purpose,  and  that  I  had  the  affidavits.  Dr.  Taylor 
replied,  Richmond,  I  knew  it  must  come,  but  I  did  not 
think  it  was  coming  so  soon."  The  other  asked, — "If  we 
could  assist  each  other."  Both  seemed  to  agree  in  the 
necessity.  On  reaching  Philadelphia,  I  went  at  once  to  St. 
Andrew's  Church,  consulted  no  one ;  spoke  in  passing  to 
two  or  three  clergymen  only — said  to  the  man  at  the  divid- 
ing bar,  "  Let  me  in  ;"  and  in  ten  minutes  had  placed  a  letter 
(I  kept  no  copies)  in  the  hands  of  Bishop  Meade  ;  and  the 
following,  which  I  remember  word  for  word,  in  the  hands 
of  Bishop  Chase. 

To  the  Secretary  of  the  House  of  Bishops,  or  the  Presiding 
Bishop : — 

Right  Reverend  Fathers,  I  accuse  the  Bishop  of  New 
York,  and  hold  sworn  evidence  of  his  licentious  conduct. 
When  shall  we  be  confronted  ?   How  shall  I  go  on  ? 
Yours  in  sorrow, 

James  C.  Richmond, 
Presbyter  of  Rhode  Island. 
House,  <SfC.,  Pew  97,  Oct.  14,  1844. 

That  venerable  man,  the  Senior  Bishop,  was  in  the  pulpit, 
listening  to  the  debates  on  Dr.  Hawks'  case.  I  touched  his 
shoulder  and  handed  the  letter.  I  had  previously  announced 
to  him  by  letter,  written  on  the  12th,  that  I  was  coming,  and 
that  excision  must  follow  my  coming.  But  he  shook  his 
head  unwillingly.  "  It  must  be  done,"  I  said.  Again  unwil- 
ling. "  It  must  be  done  now."  Again.  "  Come,"  I  said  ; 
and  he  marched  down  like  an  elephant,  into  the  House  of 
Bishops,  with  the  letter  in  his  hand.  I  followed,  and  stood 
on  the  platform  in  the  open  door ;  "  Bishop,  shall  I  come 
NOW."  He  turned,  I  thought,  unwilling  still.  "  I'll  come 
when  I'm  sent  for,"  I  added,  and  went  out ;  and  then,  lest 
the  right  should  fail,  the  voice  of  outraged  public  opinion 


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was  soon  thundering  at  the  door  of  the  House  of  Jbishops. 
iCJ^It  has  been  seen  that  this  was  wisely  done ;  for  if  six  Bish- 
ops could  vote  him  not  guilty,  and  the  same  six  vote  for 
the  suspension  of  a  man  whom  they  had  declared  not  guil- 
ty !  I  what  would  have  been  done  had  I  flinched  a  hair  ? 
Six  judges  vote  not  guilty,  and  then  pass  a  hard  sentence  ! ! 
Done  ?  Why,  the  innocent  would  have  been  crushed  that  the 
hardened  offender  might  be  spared.  Herein  also  was  my  con- 
spiracy made  manifest.  I  actually  used  my  tongue  to  tell  the 
truth,  as  my  enemies  have  used  theirs  to  tell  what  they  told. 
1  shall  use  my  pen  and  tongue  to  a  sufficient  extent  to  ferret 
out  every  offender  who  touches  an  innocent.  I  care  a 
great  deal  for  Bishops  who  care  for  the  truth,  and  for  party 
men  who  adhere  to  the  same ;  and  they  are  very  strong ; 
but  I  know  well  that  truth  and  I  together  are  much  more 
powerful  than  six  Bishops  :  yea,  than  six  hundred.  It  is 
an  important  axiom  that  all  bishops  were  born  babies. 

I  met  four  or  five  of  the  Bishops  to  give  up  my  affidavits, 
on  their  solemn  declaration  that  "  they  would  (according  to 
the  tenor  of  the  oath  which  I  was  obliged  to  take,  to  satisfy 
one  of  those  high  minded  ladies)  do  their  utmost  honorable 
devoir  to  retain  the  ladies'  names  within  the  House  of  Bish- 
ops." They  have  kept  their  word  ;  and  the  trial  was  after 
this  oath  of  mine,  and  this  tacit  promise  of  theirs,  necessarily 
private ;  as  it  has  now  become  necessary  to  make  it  public, 
by  the  very  beautiful  specimens  we  have  of  the  doctrine  of 
submission  to  Bishops.  Mr.  Newman  submitted  to  one 
Bishop ;  but  our  presbyters  can  stand  up  against  the  deci- 
sion of  the  Court  of  Bishops.  This  is  neither  according  to 
Oxford  nor  Rome.  It  is  New- York  and  New-Jersey  Cath- 
olicity. My  own  Bishop  now  wished  me  to  say  no  more  ; 
and  I  then  stated  to  him  and  the  other  Bishops  my  object  in 
saying  so  much,  as  mentioned  above.  But  as  that  object 
was  accomplished  I  could  easily  obey  my  Bishop,  even  if 
he  proposed  what  I  thought  an  unwise  course. 

I  supposed  the  duty  was  now  done.  I  had  been  nearly 
two  days  in  Philadelphia,  and  was  getting  tired,  and  returned 
to  New-York.  Here,  on  Friday,  accidentally  or  provi- 
dentially, I  met  near  the  Park,  (near  the  Harlaem  rail-road 
office)  my  old  classmate,  the  Rev.  Henry  I.  Morton,  and  on 
asking  the  news,  he  told  me,  (which  was  afterwards  con- 
firmed by  Dr.  Muhlenberg  on  board  the  Flushing  boat)  that 
the  House  of  Bishops  had  passed  a  statute  of  limitations  to 
exclude  all  cases  which  had  not  happened  within  three 


LATE  BISHOP  OF  NEW-YORK,  UNRAVELLED.  13 


years.  Is  that  true  ?  "  Yes. "  Morton,  that  excludes  my 
affidavits  by  one  month.  I  am  glad  to  meet  you  in  a  quiet 
place.  Look  at  me.  [Here  I  used  a  very  strong  expres- 
sion with  regard  to  the  proposed  whitewashing.]  Do  you 
understand  that  ?  "  Yes."  I  went  immediately  and 
sent  five  letters  to  Philadelphia,  three  of  them  to  three 
Bishops  informing  them  of  the  aforesaid  intention,  in 
the  strong  language,  under  the  aforesaid  circumstances. — 
Two  of  the  Bishops  have  since  commended  rather  than 
disapproved  my  course,  and  the  third  I  have  not  spoken 
with  about  it.  The  others,  I  fancy,  have  nothing  to  do 
with  the  letters  to  their  colleagues.  Six  of  them  are  doing 
up  the  business  I  proposed,  very  rapidly  ;  and,  I  think, 
one  has  finished  his  own  work.  Some  of  them  and  the  clergy 
would  hardly  shake  hands  with  me.  I  hope  God  will  help 
me  to  to  live  without  shaking  hands,  except  where  I  have 
an  earnest  desire  for  it. 

But  it  was  this  proposed  statute  of  limitations,  (which  I 
believe  was  only  a  rumor,  though  so  strongly  insisted  on  by 
those  two  clergymen,)  which  produced  the  following  action, 
and  which  probably  decided  the  case.  It  brought  in  the 
testimony  of  the  Rev.  Henry  M.  Beare  and  his  angelic  lady. 

Many  persons  will  remember  the  furious  storm  which 
raged  during  the  evening  and  night  of  Friday,  Oct.  18.  It 
was  in  that  storm  that  I  left  the  Flushing  boat.  On  board 
that  boat  I  made  such  free  use  of  my  tongue  as  "  the  statute 
of  limitations"  required.  Two  clergymen  on  board  wish- 
ed me  to  flinch ;  and  some  of  them  then  knew  all  about 
the  case  I  was  going  for  !  I  gave  them  to  understand  that 
the  proper  time  for  flinching  was  past ;  that  men  should  flinch, 
if  ever,  before  they  went  into  the  battle  ;  that  he  would  be 
a  pretty  soldier,  and  would  be  shot  through  the  head  at  once, 
who  should  fly  in  the  heat  of  the  contest.  I  knew  very 
well  who  was  to  be  crushed,  being  innocent,  if  the  guilty 
escaped.  And  if  I  am  not  crushed  yet,  it  will  not  be  the 
fault  of  the  six  overseers.  But  I  dare  them  to  the  onset 
and  forthwith  one  of  the  six  will  die.  That  is  my  security. 
I  have  no  intention  of  being  crushed.  Not  I.  Not  the 
least  in  the  world.  One  of  the  overseers  promised  to  be 
good  to  me  if  I  would  stop  at  a  certain  place ;  and  I  now 
promise  to  be  good  to  him,  if  he  will  keep  the  whole  six  as 
quiet  as  Iambs  ;  and  let  them  submit,  like  good  sound 
churchmen  to  the  decision  of  fourteen  Bishops  out  of  twenty. 


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They  may  be  thankful  if  I  let  them  olf  with  a  sentence  of 
suspension  instead  of  degradation ;  and  I  heartily  regret 
that  my  own  Bishop,  who  behaved  so  nobly  through  the 
trial,  suffered  anything  to  induce  him  to  step  back,  when 
one  vote  more  would  have  degraded  the  worst  Protestant 
Bishop  that  has  been  tried  since  the  Reformation  ;  and  then 
the  Church  had  stood  out  nobly  and  grandly,  as  she  will 
yet.  But  let  the  six  overseers  take  care  how  they  attempt 
to  oversee  me,  or  I  will  have  the  whole  bench  of  Bishops 
together  shortly  again.  And  I  make  no  promises  that  I  will 
not  do  so,  if  the  smaller  characters  walk  so  crookedly.  Fer- 
hum  sapientibus  sat. 

But  to  my  history.  A  carriage  was  obtained.  The 
driver  will  remember  all  the  circumstances  ;  and  that  he 
could  not  come  for  me  in  the  middle  of  that  fearful  night, 
as  he  had  promised,  for  the  tempest  was  almost  as  horrible 
without  as  the  disclosures  within  were  awful.  In  a  remote, 
retiring,  snug  little  parsonage  dwelt  the  meekest  and  most 
Christian  presbyter,',with  a  mortal  angel  for  his  wife.  I  knock- 
ed at  the  door.  A  servant  girl  appeared  ;  and  pointing  to 
another  door,  announced  a  clergyman.  That  good  Pres- 
byter wondered  (as  he  afterwards  said)  what  brother  could 
be  coming  on  such  a  night,  and  at  that  hour.  I  entered. 
What  a  picture !  The  clergyman  rose,  from  sitting  at  one 
side  of  the  table,  where  he  was  reading,  he  said,  "  the  life  of 
a  good  man.  Bishop  Moore and  to  that  record  of  a  holy 
Bishop's  life,  his  wife  listened,  while  an  infant,  ("  it  is  our 
little  pet,"  they  said,)  slept  sw^eetly  in  a  crib,  in  the  corner. 
1  know  it  was  a  sacred  scene.  I  know  the  world  has  no 
right,  for  it  is  too  wicked,  to  catch  even  a  glimpse  of  such 
a  paradise.  But  these  are  no  days  for  etiquette.  We  are 
all  learning  to  tell  the  truth. 

"  Mr.  Beare,  do  you  know  me  ?"  "  Yes,  it  is  Mr.  Rich- 
mond." "  Mrs.  Beare,  will  you  leave  the  room  a  moment  ?" 
and  she  obeyed.  "  I  am  the  Avenger  of  your  honor.  You 
must  go  towards  Philadelphia  with  me  this  night.  You 
understand  me  ?"  "  Yes,"  he  replied,  and  consented.  He 
was  the  second  man  whom  I  had  found  in  and  around  New 
York  ;  and  his  wife  was  the  third  woman.  O  how  hard  it 
was  that  week  to  find  a  man  and  a  woman  !  Cowards  I 
found  in  abundance ;  and  many  a  cheek  shall  tingle  with 
shame  over  these  pages,  because  they  came  not  to  the  help 


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of  the  church  in  her  fiery  trial,  out  of  which  she  will  come 
like  gold,  seven  times  tried,  from  the  furnace. 

"We  were  wondering,  just  before  you  came,"  said  Mr, 
B.,  "  what  was  going  on  in  Pennsylvania.  I  will  call  my 
wife  now."  "  Ah,  sir,  she  will  not  come  ;  I  have  seen 
enough  of  woman  lately,  to  know  that  she  will  not  come 
yet,  when  she  hears  why  I  am  here.  But  I  have  eaten 
nothing  but  an  apple  since  morning.  She  will  provide  me 
something  to  eat  ?"  And  that  angel  did  provide  me  such  a  good 
supper  as  I  merited  ;  but  I  was  right  ;  she  did  not  appear. 
At  last,  as  midnight  drew  on,  and  the  storm  yet  raged  furi- 
ously, I  said,  Now  go  tell  that  dear  creature  to  come,  and 
she  will."  So  she  came.  But  I  did  not  notice  her  coming, 
I  talked  on  with  her  husband,  and  did  not  look  at  her.  My 
head  was  turned  away,  till  I  spoke  of  her  child;  and  then 
turning  round,  looked  her  full  in  the  face,  and  all  was  right. 
At  last,  musingly  I  exclaimed,  thinking  aloud,  and  speaking 
to  no  one,  "  Well,  this  is  a  little  garden  of  Eden,  buried 
away  here  in  silence  and  security — -what  a  delightful  little 
spot  in  this  rural  seclusion  !  And  who  comes  hither  to  dese- 
crate this  heavenly  spot?  Some  renegade  European  scoun- 
drel of  a  count  ?  No  !  the  spiritual  Father  !  !  I  will  not 
beheve  it."  "Mr.  Richmond,"  she  replied,  and  I  recom- 
mend those  nice  men,  the  six-hour  cross-examining  law- 
yers to  meditate  on  her  answer  :  "  /  am  afraid  he  takes  ad- 
vantage  of  the  deacons'^ ! ! !  Thank  Heaven !  Bishop  Gris- 
wold  made  me  a  priest  without  having  taken  any  "  advan- 
tage of  the  deacon."  It  would  not  hurt  the  six  overseers  to 
meditate  on  that  answer.  One  of  them  is  a  man  of  domestic 
affections  ;  and  that  answer,  had  I  been  on  the  trial,  would 
have  changed  his  sentence ;  that  answer,  had  I  been  a 
witness,  would  have  turned  the  hair,  by  which  he  appears, 
though  not  in  reality,  to  have  escaped  degradation.  If  a 
man  does  not  wish  to  be  hanged,  let  him  commit  no  murder ; 
and  what  dandy  in  Broadway,  but  has  a  lurking  suspicion 
that  there  is  something  holy  in  another  man's  wife. 

Aurou  xJVTi^svrog*  o  6'  rus  vuxri  soixug 

In  the  night  I  came,  in  the  night  dragging  to  the  day 
deeds  of  darkness,  and  in  the  night  we  went.    Truth  had 


THE  CONSPIRACY,  ETC. 

filled  her  broad  quiver,  and  now,  like  the  god  oi  Li^ht,  shot 
a  shaft, 

"  Sounding,  dread-bounding,  from  her  silver  J)ow," 

and  hecatombs  may  appease  Apollo,  but  not  her.  I  trust 
that  truth  is  as  mighty  yet  as  she  was 

AI  tempo  degli  Dei  falsi  e  bugiardi. 

This  man  well  knew  that  I  had  read  in  my  Bible,  "  Be  ye 
angry  and  sin  not;"  and  if  there  be  such  a  thing  as  Christian 
indignation,  the  bottom  of  my  staircase  would  have  been 
found  quite  near  to  the  top ;  the  horses  would  have  been 
unharnessed  from  my  little  carriage,  and  so  Judas 
might  have  have  found  his  own  way  to  his  own  place. 

Quell'  anima  lassii  ch'  a  maggior  pena, 

Disse  '1  maestro,  e  Giuda  Scariotto 

Che  '1  capo  ha  dentro,  e  fuor  le  gambe  mena. 


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